muddy days

Now that it’s suddenly decided to get all cold and rainy again, I’m reminded what lies in waiting for the coming spring weekends… MUD. That’s right, folks. Soggy, slurpy, boots-sinking-5-inches-deep, mucky, brown MUD.

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or [i don’t need a memory box; i have spotify]

2.14.15: It was over. Deep down I knew it was. I sat there and watched as my boyfriend prepared the hookah pipe, sinking deeper into the disillusionment of my sangria. I quickly ducked as one of the ping pong balls bounced off of a Solo cup of beer, one team cheering and mocking the others.…

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